Chapter 436

What kind of role does a child play at an adult's table?

First of all, the young man turned around and asked Lu Xuefeng, "is this your old deer's seed?"

"Well, is that ok?" The dead old man ignored his great grandson's love, but he was very close to the oil head monster. Although he still had a bad face, his tone was obviously mild, and he didn't have that kind of imperative meaning. Lu Zhengkang felt sad when he heard that.

It's really comfortable to eat a hot hot pot in winter. The young man adjusted the dip himself. Lu Zhengkang glanced at the saucer. It's actually sesame sauce. It should be red kojic sufu, chili oil, rattan pepper oil. What else? It seems to be oil consumption and seafood juice?

"Eat vegetables!" The young man served Lu Zhengkang with vegetables. His chopsticks were oily and stained with two grains of rice. If he had a choice, Lu Zhengkang really didn't want to appreciate it.

The old man brought out two pots of stewed meat, including pigs, sheep and cattle, chicken legs and duck claws. They were full of thick oil and red sauce, and the big iron basin banged on the table. Lu Zhengkang shook three times with the stewed meat.

Lu Xuefeng turned to the refrigerator and asked the young man, "is it enough?"

"Enough."

The old man pulled the corner of his mouth and actually laughed. Shit, how come he never laughed at me like that?!

Lu Zhengkang lowered his head and pulled a couple of mushrooms. He thought that I should be at the bottom of the table or not. After dinner, he would go back to his bedroom. Today's daily task has not been completed yet. At night, he still has to recite Spanish vocabulary, do some physical exercises, and finally dig brain holes, sleep and prepare for a new day's life

I think tomorrow will be a quiet day without waves.

Lu Xuefeng went back to the kitchen and brought out two small dishes in front of Lu Zhengkang. One was mashed potatoes with cheese, and the other was stewed pork with dried bamboo shoots.

The young man happily held out his chopsticks and said, "it's so good to eat today. It's different when little chongsun comes! "

Lu Xuefeng patted away the young man's claws and said, "don't grab food with children." He turned his head and looked down at Lu Zhengkang. Xiao Lu was at a loss. The old man didn't say anything and touched Lu Zhengkang's head gently.

What kind of role does a child play at an adult's table? It's the one who's taken care of the most.

The young man uses chopsticks to pull in the pot of stewed meat. His habit is really frowning, especially his long sleeves are very wide, gray and swaying, almost hanging into the pot, like a small fan, slapping on the stewed meat. I believe that the mood of stewed meat is as painful as watching deer learn.

When Lu Zhengkang tasted the dishes prepared for him by his grandfather, he had to say that he was much better than Comrade Sun Hui. It seems that years of living alone have given him enough time to practice cooking.

Lu Xuefeng asked the young man to drink beer, but he took out a tin pot of yellow rice wine and heated it on the stove. Now he smelled quite a grain aroma. Lu Zhengkang was a little surprised at the tin pot. It must be an old object. The dragon on the lid of the pot was pasted into a four legged snake, and the thick oxide layer looked like lead, giving people the illusion that the pot was poisonous.

The young men are handsome, but they are very rude. They have an irregular face and an obscene posture. No one can imagine that such a guy who is suspected to be a marginal person in society can have that kind of spirit when he drinks. He pried the bottle cap on the edge of the chair and let it fall to the floor. He was sitting on the side of his head and lifting the bottle. Before drinking, he shook his head. His black hair swung twice, as if it were a thick curtain on the stage.

A bottle of wine, a breath, from beginning to end, not slow, also did not leak a drop.

After drinking, he gently put the bottle on the ground, the whole person seemed to have a soul, and his eyes were bright enough to shoot lightning. He did not speak, continued to eat, and his action became more heroic. After he broke away from the state of obscenity, every dress on his body had a ruffian smell.

Such a person should be very popular with little girls.

Lu Zhengkang finished his two bowls of rice in a hurry. Although he didn't have enough, he didn't go on eating. Comrade Sun Hui stipulated that he would not eat, and he agreed. He said that if he didn't eat it, he would not eat it. If he ate more, he would count

Lu Zhengfeng frowned, "eat two more bowls!"

"Mom said not to eat more."

"If she comes to you, I'll speak for you."

"Oh."

Thank you very much. Thank you very much!

With reverence, Lu Zhengkang scraped the two bowls of dishes made by old comrade Lu Xuefeng clean.

"Is it delicious?"

"What my grandfather makes is delicious."

Lu Xuefeng pulled the corner of his mouth, his eyes were happy, but his face was not smiling. The young man burst out laughing wildly, "little devil, flattery is so skillful. Come on, brother

Lu Zhengkang didn't pay attention to him. The young man thought about it and put a big chicken leg in Lu Zhengkang's bowl.

"Thank you, uncle. That's very nice!"

Lu Xuefeng suddenly laughs. The old man laughs like a kettle boiling. It's squeaking and infectious. Lu Zhengkang is also happy. Only the young man has a sad face, and the bitter wine is in his throat!

After a meal, Lu Zhengkang really plans to go upstairs, and Lu Xuefeng suddenly stops him.

"Your mother said that you like painting. Tomorrow you will practice painting with brother Zheng. Do you know?"The young man said, "Hey, I don't teach this kid."

Lu Zhengkang: even if you are willing to teach, I am not willing to learn!

Lu Xuefeng's eyelids drooped, and the cold light from his triangle eyes made Xiao Zheng's scalp numb.

"Hey, uncle Feng, I'm kidding."

The old man didn't answer. He told Lu Zhengkang to have a good rest and then urged him to go upstairs.

Lu Zhengkang closed the door in his bedroom, and then a burst of yelling came from downstairs. The floor seemed to shake. No matter how soundproof the room was, it couldn't stop the old man's cheering.

"Mother, hope! If you teach, you have to teach. If you teach, you have to teach! Laozi's little great grandson is such a baby. If you come to my house, you can't run away! When did his mother take him away? You'll want to go again! "

"Don't worry, uncle Feng. I'll take care of the child. I'll make sure it's arranged for you."

Lu Zhengkang chuckles. The old man and the man surnamed Zheng forget their old age. I didn't expect that old comrade Lu Xuefeng could be so angry at his age, and he was not afraid to break his own blood vessels.

"Don't swear in front of me in the future, do you hear me?"

"Ai Ai, don't worry, you must let the children learn well..."

Lu Zhengkang sat at his desk reciting words. The shouting and swearing continued for a long time downstairs. Xiao Zheng was forced to agree to many requests. At 6:13, he received two new emails.

6: "Lu Jiande: son, be good at granddad's house."

6: "Sun Hui: if you feel homesick, send an email. Mom will come to pick you up."

6: 13 unified reply "Lu Zhengkang: Oh, great grandfather is very kind to me, don't think about me ('◡' >"

on the return train, sun Hui put away her mobile phone and looked out of the window.

In the west, there is a missing cloud, and the sparse light column falls. In the iron curtain of the city, UAVs fly by, just like a group of geese.